I started writing at age 63. Now 72 I'm working with some heavyweights in the UK on an adaptation of my first book. We're making a short film as a pitch we can also show at festivals as a stand alone. No guarantees it'll go further, but it might, and the ride is awesome!
Entering grad school at age 70. What was I thinking? Well, I had 12 parachute jumps in the Army and a safe landing was never guaranteed. Let's see what happens.
Just learned my first two books sold so poorly I'm going to have a difficult time selling a third. I'll see what my agent thinks of the current manuscript, but I'm feeling I may have had my shot and came up short. At least I had a shot.
When we lived in Heidelberg a German engineer noticed my 10 y/o daughter sitting on the curb every morning, reading a book until her schoolbus arrived. He built a bench there with a brass plaque "For the Sitting Girl."
A technician was working on our generator and my wife mentioned I'm a writer. She told him my name and he lit up and shouted out the title of my least known book. I wish I was there at the time to give him a hug.
So, this Thursday afternoon i am doing a conference call with a tv scriptwriter who has been adapting my first novel along with my agent and his. I approved his concept yesterday. Not sure what happens next but this old man is living the dream.
My wife said she'd wear a scratchy wool sweater when she was dating to discourage unwanted advances. I said I'd never noticed. She said that's because she never wore it with me.
Yesterday I got my 1st complaint as Santa in ten years in the role. Mom didn't like my Spiderman underwear joke (with great underwear comes great responsibility), and I got a counseling on inappropriate humor. 3 more days.
I start working at the park this week as Father Christmas, so savoring the last Sunday I can laze about until January. Listening to jazz and enjoying a second cup of coffee. The sweetness of doing nothing.
I get to practice my powers of deduction every day, solving The Adventure of the Missing Reading Glasses. I'm about to give up and buy a dozen to scatter randomly around the house.
Sorry for the pity party last night. After 37 years in the army, writing has given me purpose. If you count the audiobook, I've won four awards with two books so naturally I thought my books were selling. I'll keep writing. It's what I do, but with lower expectations
just accepted a contract to reprise my role as Father Christmas at Busch Gardens for the 2024 Christmas season. I appreciate their faith in my longevity.
My agent sent me a rejection letter from a publisher who said they enjoyed my Titanic novel very much and I was a skilled writer, but they doubted it would be commercially successful at the level his bosses demanded. It was a major publisher, so hopefully a smaller one will bite
Today I sold a stack of books at a talk, then found a nice royalty check waiting for me in the mail. In one day I made as much as all last year. I'm taking tomorrow off!
Last night a woman wanted her picture with me as Father Christmas in front of a Christmas tree. She said she was dying of cancer and wanted it for her funeral. I have my picture with many for whom it's their first Christmas, but every year I get 1-2 who tell me it's their last.
Today is my first day of the season working as Father Christmas at Busch Gardens Williamsburg. My sweet wife is fussing over my lunch box to make sure I lack for nothing. I feel like a little kid off to his first day of kindergarten.
Temporarily separated from my wife while she awaits our second grandson. I told a classmate how much I miss her and he seemed surprised. "You've been married almost fifty years, and you still miss her?" "Of course," I said. "Because I know what I'm missing."
I once met David Baldacci right after my first book came out. He told me to never read my reviews. The bad ones will make you doubt yourself and the good ones will make you lazy.
It's official! My essay on my experiences as a professional Santa Claus has been accepted into the 2021 holiday edition of Chicken Soup for the Soul. A nice addition to my bibliography.
My father in law jumped into Normandy the night before D Day. My wife and I took him back just before the 50th anniversary. Say what you will about the French, they treated him like the hero he was. A great memory.
The director likes my script so much he's sending it to contacts in LA. It's a proof of concept for a larger work, plus we have an analysis by a reader for a movie studio that raves about the book's potential. I've got nothing to lose. Wish us luck.
The saddest place I ever saw was a small plot of land on a now deserted island off the west coast of Ireland. In it were buried infants who died before they could be christened, so by Catholic doctrine couldn't be buried in sanctified ground. The tears that humble dirt must hold.
Happy to be reprising the role of Father Christmas this year at Busch Gardens Williamsburg. My costume is based upon that of Thorin Oakenshield from the Hobbit movie.
One of my fondest memories is tending a fire all night as my wife and two small daughters slept in front of it during a terrible winter storm so severe the heating system was overwhelmed. I was watching over them, and I felt complete.
Looks like I'll be Santa for the annual Xmas party for the pediatric cancer support group. I've done it about 8 times and consider it the most important thing I do all season. For 1 hour I treat them as children. Normal children. I use all my magic for those who need it most.
My hearing aid connects to my cellphone. Listening to music in my ear when no one else knows is the closest to a superpower I'll probably ever experience.
My newest book comes out today, live release tomorrow. I no longer worry about attendance. Crime writer Patricia Cornwall only had one person show up for her first book launch and it was a woman looking for the bathroom. I think I'll do at least as well as that.
Today is really popping. I just sold a short story and got booked for a radio interview in May. Two days ago I was wondering if I was wasting my time. Life is like that, isn't it?
Veterans Day. I served 37 years, 1st as an Infantry officer, then a doctor, a commanding officer, then in the Pentagon. I always feel guilty when thanked for my service because frankly, I had a helluva ride. Salute to all who served and their families, who also sacrificed.
I feel sorry for people who piss my wife off. This lady is part Irish, Cherokee, and Comanche. I hope your will is in order cause they ain't never finding your body. She's barely 5 ft tall, which means your kneecaps are going first.
Taken today, I'm standing beside the grave of Professor Joseph Bell, professor of surgery to Arthur Conan Doyle and the inspiration for the character of Sherlock Holmes. Thank you, sir, for your lasting gift to us all.
One hour as Santa today then I'll take off the robes for possibly the final time. He's been good to me and for me but he's also pretty demanding. Next year I want to spend time with my family. I'm ready for my long Winters nap. My best to you all.
My screenwriting mentor was talking about trauma to some students and asked if any of them had experienced trauma they could use in their writing. After a pause, one raised their hand and said someone had once addressed them by the wrong pronoun. They're not ready for adulthood.
If you ever start feeling too full of yourself as a writer, remember Shakespeare invented 1,700 words that are still in use today. I struggle with names for my characters.
Watching a Hallmark movie in the employee dining room (it's all they show), I noted the male romantic interest wasn't wearing flannel. Does that count as a plot twist?
Thank you to all who follow me. I've been encouraged by your support and positivity. I suffered from clinical depression for about thirty years and have been making up for lost time ever since. But I still appreciate a pat on the back.
just had a young man propose to his girlfriend as we were taking pictures with me in my Santa persona. She tearfully said yes. Hugs all around. That makes about an even dozen for me over the years. No one says no in front of Santa.
I used to have a terrible temper. One day I forgave someone who deeply wronged me and was amazed at how light I felt after releasing that burden. I no longer hate anyone. I'm too lazy. I also no longer give random strangers the power to ruin my day.
I helped revive 2 boys, both 10, who'd fallen through the ice on a pond. body temp so low, clinical thermometers didn't work. After 2 hours of rewarming with water blankets I heard them wondering how much trouble they were in, & I knew they'd be ok, at least until they got home.
The local library has asked me to reprise a talk I gave on the history of forensic science. I call it, "Sherlock Holmes as Science Fiction," because the techniques used in the stories didn't exist when they were written. I did about 20 forensic death investigations in the army.
I belong to a Sherlock Holmes group out on the Eastern Shore of Maryland in a small town. We meet twice a year and somehow this simple gathering is one of the highlight of my year. I look forward to driving up there this weekend for awesome seafood and company. The game's afoot!
I'll ask guests if they've seen Monty Python's Quest for the Holy Grail. If yes, I use my thickest brogue to declare, "Before ye pass by me and the other side do see, ye must answer these questions three!" Few can answer the ? Regarding the avg speed of an unladen swallow.
A fellow Santa with whom I worked six years died suddenly. His wife asked fellow Santas to come wearing something Santa related and be honorary pallbearers. He was my age. When we announce a Santa's funeral we say he's talking his final sleigh ride.
Last night I got one of the nicest compliments as Santa I've ever had. As I left the throne I mentioned to the 20-something photographer it was my final bow, he said, "Thanks for making it fun!" Not a bad way to go out.
I was a huge fan of the tv show Zorro as a kid. I'm toying with the idea of writing a book about him, told from the perspective of his mute manservant, Bernardo.
I can't respond to everyone re: the door but my lesson from posting it.
It's a door, not a challenge or a litmus test. The person I mentioned could be struggling with something I'm unaware of. I'll hold a door for you and expect nothing. I see it as part of the social contract.
I've been deeply touched by the support so many have expressed. I'll keep writing. Some have suggested changing genre. I once had a $1.5 mill reward for my capture from the FARC in Colombia while supporting US Special Forces. I have an idea. Oh, the reward is no longer valid.
a young girl w severe cerebral palsy was in a wheelchair. She clapped her hands when I knelt beside her and kept running her hand through my beard. Her parents removed her hat and we touched foreheads, her dad explaining it was how she kissed. Yeah, I'm coming back next year.
For those of you who haven't had a chance to read Gallery of Death, my collection of short stories, here's your chance! Please feel free to share this with your friends and family - and if you enjoy it, don't forget to leave a review!
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My wife and I are both part Cherokee. I spoke it before I learned English. My wife has the grandkids refer to us as "Leesie," or Grandmother, and "Dood," Grandfather, and yes, the Dood abides.
I did 3 hours straight in the chair. I didn't want to do this anymore but no one else could fill in. Luckily, the children gently reminded me it's not about me. It never was. Good night. I'll see you in the new year.
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This has caused more response than anything I've ever posted. I've gone through the responses and have been reminded I have no idea what she might be dealing with. I shouldn't make it about me. I'll keep opening doors for everyone, and expect nothing back. Thank you.
The producer approved the latest version of the screenplay. We'll be Zooming sometime in the next week to establish timelines for the shoot. One actress under consideration was in the TV show Ripper Street. I'm gobsmacked people of such caliber want to work with me.
My wife has agreed to watch a movie on cable with me tonight that we've already postponed three times. This counts as a hot date after you've reached 70.
For my wife's birthday I gave her an illustrated poem I'd written just for her. Neither of us needs anymore "stuff," but we still have room to spare for memories.
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you should show due diligence that the person stealing from me has the right to give you my book. I want their name. I want to exact some legal repercussions on them. You are accessories to crime. Don't wave your hands and pretend otherwise.
An Asian family stopped to take their picture with me. As they walked away my co-worker heard one son, early 20s, ask his mom, "Who was that?" "Oh," she answered, "that was the Mountain Man." Made my day.
A seventh publisher just requested my Titanic novel. Somebody might just say yes. I'd hate to think I wasted a year in Scotland working on it. But hey, I was in Scotland!
The agent I pitched yesterday just offered my coauthor and me a contract. Talk about a whirlwind romance! I'll probably sign it while sitting in a chair once owned by GEN Colin Powell.
Took my wife out to celebrate and a young family with 3 little boys were next to us. The dad asked, "Were you Father Christmas at Busch Gardens?" Then pulled out a photo of his boys on my lap. A good day was just made even better.
Just reviewed my contract with my German agent. Looks good. Once he adds my address I can sign and hopefully my book will be available in German-speaking countries before the end of next year.
Last night I met a retired butler from the white house. He served in 7 administrations. Said he would never write a book because people had trusted him with their private lives. I respect that.
Just got back a short story I've sold for final edits before going to press, and a new chapter of the memoir I'm helping write about GEN Colin Powell just arrived. Waiting to hear back from the director on the screenplay I sent yesterday. I turn 72 this week. No time to be timid.
Date set for the movie shoot. The director has a contact in a Hollywood production company that has worked with some major names and she (the contact) said she'll be interested in seeing our short film to see if they'd like to acquire the IP for TV. The game's afoot!
Just got the pitch deck for the short film. Not only do I get credit as the screenwriter, I'm named as the executive producer. There'll be no living with me for at least a week. I need one of those folding canvas chairs with WRITER on the back.